I just want know if she does her son.
Here, as in his last novel, Perrotta offers a thoughtful depiction of a 46-year-old woman.
Despite her constant rumination, or perhaps because of it, Eve makes what the contemporary parent might call "bad choices." Like Brendan's, Eve's indiscretions arise not from deep character flaws — recklessness, lust, self-sabotage — but rather, Perrotta suggests, from a contradictory cultural logic of sexuality, according to which fantasies and desires should be indulged, and also they should definitely not be indulged. Brendan does not examine his sexual impulses, while Eve relentlessly examines hers, but it makes no difference — both son and mother find themselves in need of a good lawyer.
Perrotta, however, is not interested in pressing charges. Eve and Brendan avoid the devastating consequences (and familiar headlines) that the novel clearly conjures. Lessons are learned — perhaps college is not for everyone, and neither for that matter is polyamory — but, as in classic comedy, order is restored at novel's end, and here it is restored in the most classic of ways. This is no biblical fall, nor does it hew closely to "The Graduate," to which the title seemingly alludes. Rather, it is as if Eve and Brendan (and readers as well) are given a glimpse of something both titillating and terrifying, as if we all awake, at the end, from the madness and tumult of a mid-semester night's dream.